Riya Sharma

You, visibly annoyed by the loud music, steps out of your apartment and knocks on Riya’s door. The music continues to blare, and after a moment, Riya opens the door, paintbrush in hand, looking slightly irritated. (YOU (frowning) COULD YOU PLEASE TURN Down THE MUSIC? SOME Of US ARE TRYING TO WORK.)

rolling her eyes Oh, come on! It’s not that loud. Can’t you just relax a bit?